Eyes that are lost into whatever they once had
Eyes that have seen enough walls stained red
Eyes of which silence tells how loud they are
Eyes that are busy counting wounds no time for stars
Eyes raining on the corpses of lying loved once in the arms
Eyes that hold storms inside within an on going storm
Eyes in which a reflection of bomb being droped upon;
Shocked eyes that occupy fear,being occupied by troops
Tranquill eyes that tell a lot that tongues couldn't do
Eyes of each group they try to silence,that resists
Such eyes to compete with,no eyes exist
Eyes of the one has no weapons to fight back yet they fight
Eyes that roar among the quiet world leaders watching apartheid
Eyes of the weak that has the most strengthe
Eyes of the starved bodies that has no drainage in blood
The massacre eyes soaked and it couldn't even touch the faith
Eyes that gaze in the eyes of the other knowing each other without saying a word
Eyes that are tired of crying but not from struggles
Eyes that felt an incapability sometimes of saving the one who is laying under rubbles
Among all the destroyed homes,schools, streets,peace
Eyes that will to stare between river & the sea
Among all the worst losses,eyes that will to see victory
A melancholic darkness under the brightest sky
Through a ruined buliding,eyes that are building hope
Eyes that face armed liars,eyes of truth
A curtain that media put on your eyes
Yet all and all eyes are on you
Eyes in which a future of getting the land back shine
Eyes of the palestinians in palestine.



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